Haloperidol Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Haloperidol, I welcome you,
you drive my devils to the brink
of leaving me for good or die.
You shut their voices with great skill,
but most of all I like the thought
how all your buddies hog the chairs,
(they're called receptors) in my head
so that the devils dopamine,
and serotonin and much else,
will have to stand and fight it out
without the powers of the chairs.
I once had thought that no one cares
even those who know about
the pharmacist who hoards and sells
and other experts, proud and keen
thus making money 'til you're dead
then turn to lucrative affairs
it's not what you and I were taught
yet you have shown, that with a will
there is a way to get me by.
It doesn't matter what I think
I'm now dependent upon you.